In which a girl finds herself falling in love at the end of world with her leader, only he thinks he's hard to love but loving him is like breathing to her.
Emory Foster was a farmers daughter, struck by tragedy when the dead started to walk among...
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Her cowboy boots dug into the dirt as everyone stepped outside, the rest of Ricks friends had arrived.
Emory took in the sight of them, they all seemed fairly harmless aside from the man on the motorcycle, he simply glared.
"How's he doing?" The old man in a palm tree button down asked.
"He'll pull through. Thanks to Hershel and his people," Lori smiled, looking back to Hershel gratefully.
"And Shane. We'd have lost Carl if not for him," Rick said, a newly shaven Shane staring around. He had been the only one to make it back from his run with Otis.
Otis had been a nice man, always providing for the group, always showing kindness. It was saddening to know that he passed but Emory was happy his sacrifice meant that Carl would live.
Ricks friends all started to hug eachother in relief, Emory looked to Hershel who seemed weary of these people. She liked Glenn, something about him felt comforting and she liked the way Maggie seemed to make him nervous.
Rick seemed decent and she didn't really have any thoughts on Shane except that he and Rick were close, and he was selfless enough to risk his life for Carl.
She wouldn't bother trying to figure out or get to know these people, she knew Hershel would want them gone and she couldn't blame him.
It may sound selfish but in the new world, it's every man for themselves. Hershel ran a tight ship and his people were his number one priority, especially his daughters and Emory.
"How'd it happen?" The old man asked Rick.
"Hunting accident. That's all—- just a stupid accident,".
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Though Emory had zero strength and bravery, she did have empathy. Her parents had raised her to love, to understand and to be kind.
Growing up on a farm made her the sweetest little girl. Her first heartbreak had been at the age of six when her horse Daisy had died.
She had fallen asleep in daisy's stable bawling her little eyes out, she cried till her face turned beat red and her throat ached. Unfortunately empathy wouldn't get her far in the new world but it helped as she held a crying Patricia in her arms.
They all gathered around as Beth set atop the last stone on a pile meant to represent Otis' grave. Hershel stood before them, reading from his Bible.
"Blessed be God, father of our lord, Jesus Christ. Praise be to him for the gift of our brother Otis, for his span of years, for his abundance of character; Otis, who gave his life to save a child's. Now more than ever, our most precious asset. We thank you God, for the peace he enjoys in your embrace, he died as he lived, in grace. Shane ,will you speak for Otis?" Hershel asked the man.
